SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)

SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 132

Safa blinked slowly. He saw two men talking in front of him. Wait, he didn't see wrong. Why did his father seem so familiar with Edzar?

The man did not even suspect or ask why Edzar could be here. If the situation is normal, shouldn't Mr. Halim interrogate Edzar for daring to be alone with his daughter in the villa?

They continued to talk regardless of Safa who was confused.

"Eh, yes, I was the same Mr. Iwan bought meatballs. Want to eat here or the dining room?"

"Om bothering this, I'm not feeling well" ringis Edzar.

"It will also taste good on its own when it has eaten. This is one of my subscription meatballs while in Bandung, guaranteed maknyus. Come on, Safa take the bowl, we'll eat here just so it's better. Father again wanted to lesehan," said Mr. Halim as he shed his body until now sitting on the carpet under the sofa.

"Kok, bengong? Let's go get it, son."

Inevitably Safa got up to walk into the kitchen to pick up the cutlery. He was still trying to digest the situation. Safa really didn't understand why her father could be that relaxed. Usually Mr. Halim will be immediately on standby if there is an opposite sex who looks at him for a moment. Lah, this is Edzar until he enters the villa, loh. You could say they almost did something indecent earlier.

Bizarrely. Safa became suspicious of both of them. It was not until Mr. Halim himself told Edzar of Safa's whereabouts.

Safa shakes. Not likely. On what basis did his father tell him. But their interactions still felt strange.

Too washed away in the daydream makes Safa accidentally dropped a fruit knife that was not since when Safa held. He wants to take a spoon.

Just as he was about to crouch down to grab it, a hand had already plucked the knife from the floor.

Edzar put the object back in place, then looked at Safa. "Don't daydream in the kitchen. If the knife falls on the leg how?"

"Why did Om come here?" Safa asked.

"I have a hunch you'll solve something if it's not followed," replied Edzar sounding original. "really, right? You dropped a knife and almost hurt your own leg."

Safa did not reply, Edzar took over the tray that already contained 4 bowls, spoons, and forks. The man opened the refrigerator sifting through the fresh drinks lined up there.

"What do you want to drink?"

"White water."

Edzar took out a large bottle of cold water, and handed it to Safa. While he picked up the glass on the shelf, put it with the bowl and spoon on the tray.

"Not strong?"

Safa said, "What am I weak? It's even lighter than a baby" he said.

Either only Safa's feelings or indeed Edzar's look changed a little earlier. Just a glance, because after that the man immediately smiled, taking her back to the front room.

"Bah... Seger, here." Mr. Iwan stared sparkly at the meatball pack in the crackle.

Safa was again astonished. It's just a coincidence or what the meatball amount fits, four servings, as if Mr. Halim knew there was someone other than himself in this villa.

Edzar, Mr. Halim, and Mr. Iwan were busy filling their bowls. Safa did not want to lose, she took the remaining one and prepared to open the plastic.

But suddenly Edzar held Safa's hand. The man shifted his bowl which was already filled with a large meatball over two fists in front of him. Then it's Safa's unopened possession.

Safa pensively looked at Edzar, who was busy with his own bowl. It looks ordinary. Does Edzar know what he did?

Then Edzar smiled and picked up the sambal that was meant by Mr. Iwan. It turns out that this guy can be very friendly to parents.

"Thank you. Sorry, Mas Edzar, yes."

"Why should I apologize, sir? Asking for help is not a mistake."

"Hehe, yes I'm reluctant anyway. Mas Edzar's the Prosecutor."

"Force is a job, and I'm not currently in my working life. I don't wear a uniform, so we're the same now" Edzar said.

Mr. Iwan nodded with a smile. His eyes glanced at Mr. Halim who was busy executing meatballs in his bowl, as if not hearing or rather caring about the conversation just now.

Safa frowned, what did Mr. Iwan's gaze mean?

Tau, uh.

It is better for Safa to focus on the same saliva that is about to drip because it smells fresh broth. Didn't forget he added enough sambal. Safa does not add soy sauce or sauce because she prefers clear sauce.

"Don't be too spicy. It will be hot in your stomach" Edzar said suddenly.

Safa swerves. Could it not, the man held his attention? Here there is Safa's father as well as Mr. Iwan. If they suspect how?

Safa forgot, from the beginning this situation was indeed very strange.

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Mr. Halim rubbed his stomach full, even Mr. Iwan who is now squatting on the carpet, his condition is not much different from the master. The two middle-aged men looked tired, they failed to spend the meatballs that were almost equal in size to the baby's head. Only Edzar managed to devour all the way to his kuah.

Why are they racing like kids? While in the middle, all 3 men did a silly gamble. They bet on who can eat the big meatball until it runs out.

Safa knew from the beginning that her father would lose. Hey, the meal portions of Mr. Halim and Mr. Iwan are not that big.

Unknowingly Safa glanced at Edzar's plaid belly. How long will Edzar exercise to burn calories?

Then Safa's eyes looked at her own bowl. Safa hasn't even spent half of that meatball. Suddenly his stomach was full just by watching the three eat quickly.

A touch came over his waist. Safa flinched, then glared at Edzar who was sitting beside her. She was grateful they were lying down to the table.

He pinched Edzar's arm in annoyance. What the hell is his attitude. Because Safa's focus is not on choking on spicy sauce. Seeing that Edzar spryly stretched out water that directly Safa drank up to the toilet.

Edzar's reflex stroked Safa's back slowly. Without Safa knowing the sitting position they have docked there is no distance. Edzar muttered 'sorry' feeling guilty. He thought Safa was choking on him. The girl did not focus on eating.

"Where?" edzar asked as Safa's cough began to subside.

"Silver...." Safa whined through her nose and neck. Edzar felt guilty. Safa's eyes until watering so great cough earlier.

I don't know since when Mr. Halim went to the kitchen to get warm water. The glass was out in front of him.

It was not Safa that accepted, but Edzar. The man helped her drink again. Unaware of the faint snort that came out from Mr. Halim's mouth. The corner of his lips lifted thinly, "Bas with youth," he murmured softly.